He'd said a lot of things at the Council meeting, of course. A lot of talk and enough action implied that he hoped he'd accomplished something, anything. It wasn't like Overlording, nowhere near as fun or as rewarding, but it had to be done ( Read more... )

Anwei was jumping around the Hub - literally. With firm strokes of her arms and legs, she leaped from tentacle-base to tentacle-base, circling the vast room. Her hair fluttered wildly around her head in the anti-grav field, and she was sweating a little with the exertion ( Read more... )

It was a long, thoughtful walk to the Shrine. The odd, high-pitched whine of something Wrong had faded just as soon as she'd entered Religion Row, and Miku spent the rest of her time rubbing her ears to remove the tickle. It was hard to explain to other people the exact feelings that came with her ability ( Read more... )

If Nehaalista had been able to scream in pain, she would've. In fact, she would've sobbed and keened. Instead, she'd only been able to suck in curiously neutral-sounding breaths and cry silently as they reset the bones in her leg, and kept her from bleeding all over everywhere ( Read more... )

Cargn limped silently through the halls ( Read more... )

Beckett came up to the hub, a short while after talking to the person about meeting. She wished then that she'd asked what she looked like, because picking her out of a crowd was hardly going to be easy. Nevertheless, she kept going, keeping her eyes open and alert in case someone decided to approach her ( Read more... )

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With little more fanfare than a sputt! noise, Lucca Ashtear was ejected back into the Hub of the ship.

"Thank you for participating in our scientific study!" GLaDOS chirped. "You may now proceed to the Living Area. Cake will be available for your consumption there."

Lucca would be disappointed, though. There was no cake. However, she the Hub ( Read more... )

Someone's propped up a few crude wooden signs throughout the Hub - broad arrows on them, all pointing down a single hallway, and in smaller writing under the arrows 'CENSUS PLEASE'. And there - well, it's not quite an office, but Wednesday's set up a primitive desk and chair of the same make as the signs, with a pile of empty data-slates.

OOC: ( Read more... )